The Fluorescent Roof
Fields grow in a tantrum of noise, lightened up eyes rush towards the glint,
Twisted strands and torn seams, fixed stares and pennies for the well.
A shadow upon your silhouette and covered from the sun, circled by absense.
An ethereal night, fluorescence lit a ladder to the roof.
Sculpted from the forest, and blown from the wind,
Sat in a fog of absolute serenity, hours still to gracefully fall.
Stems spiral as the moonlight shines blissfully and bright,
Like undressed eyes glued to a delicate painting,
Showered in essence, we sit, and we glow.